to the floor somewhere in the bedroom.
Reaching behind my back, I unhook my bra, peeling it from my body and down my arms, letting it land at my feet before I sink down to my knees. Reaching for the button of his jeans, I pop it open, unzipping the fly and tugging his jeans and underwear down past his ass and hips, stopping at mid-thigh.
Licking my lips, I lean forward and touch my lips to the tip of his hard cock. Lifting my eyes, I look up at him through my lashes. His jaw is clenched as he watches me. He reaches out and slides his hand through my hair, holding the side of my head.
I want to tell him a million things. I want to make sure that he knows I love him. All of him. Opening my mouth, I take him inside of me, my eyes still focused on his and nowhere else. He grunts, his fingers tightening in my hair.
“Still,” he growls.
Keeping my lips parted and my mouth open wide, I wait in anticipation of what is to come. Ford doesn’t disappoint, not that he ever has. He starts to fuck my mouth. It is gentle at first, his cock pulling out and sliding down farther and farther with each thrust until I can take more of him.
When he buries his length down my throat completely, he lets out a loud moan, his eyes closing as he pauses. We’re both breathing heavily out of our nostrils. I watch as his flare before he slowly opens his eyes and his gaze finds mine.
“How are you this fucking perfect?” he asks.
His fingers tighten in my hair and he pulls out before burying himself completely again. I feel his balls against my chin and it shouldn’t make me want more, but it does.
I guess there is just something different about this, about his body and the way that I need it touching me, every part of him is erotic, even his fucking balls on my chin.
Ford pulls completely out of me, taking a couple steps backward. I want to stand up, jump in his arms, and demand that he touches every part of my sensitive skin, but I don’t. He’s still physically weak and I don’t want to hurt him.
“Need you,” he rasps.
“Yes,” I hiss.
“Need you to make yourself come for me first,” he says with a smirk.
I’ll do it, because he wants me to, but also because I want to come and I honestly don’t care by whose touch.
Reaching for my jeans, I strip them off along with my panties, faster than I ever have in my life. Without a word, I jump on the edge of the bed and spread my legs, placing my heels on the railing of the bed for support.
I don’t bother trying to be sexy. My hand dives between my legs and I sigh as soon as my fingers make contact with my clit. Slipping two fingers inside of my pussy, I moan. Lifting my hips, I pleasure myself in front of him.
“Open your eyes,” he demands.
I do and lick my lips at the sight of him stroking himself right in front of me. I watch him, unable to stop myself from getting lost in the beauty of the moment, something that I thought was lost to me forever.
Pinching my eyes closed, the orgasm rushes through me, but it’s short and not extremely satisfying. Ford grunts, I open my eyes to see him kicking his jeans off, stripping completely out of his clothes and charging me.
I let out a giggle as soon as he approaches, but when the head of his cock presses against my center, my giggle dies. Lifting my hands, I wrap my fingers around his biceps, my nails digging into his flesh as I lift my hips to take more of him inside of me.
“Marry me,” he demands.
My eyes fly up to meet his. “Ford?”
“Marry me, Stephanie. I don’t want to date, to just live together. I don’t want to wait at all. I want you here, always. Be my wife.”
His words are a demand. They aren’t a question, and I find that it doesn’t bother me at all. My lips part in awe at the same time his twitch into a smirk. He buries himself inside of me to the hilt with a groan, his mouth touching mine, but not kissing me.
“Be my wife, have my babies. Live out here in the middle of nowhere and make a beautiful life